Intro: Buckshot



Hey Yo, This Is Straight Up For All Them Niggaz Out There



Who Fronted On Some Bullshit In The Beginning, F**k Dat



(some Reggae Shouting)



Verse 1: Buckshot



Blaaaww! Here Comes The Buckshot Shorty



I Kill Black Real, So Guard Your Grill Like Naughty



Niggaz Call Me Jeffrey Dahmer, Why



I'm Quick To Bombercars



That F**k Your Armor, Cause I Cause Mad Trauma



No Comma, Straight Through Your Mama Like Acid



I F**ked Her, Then I Did It, That's Why You's A Little Bastard



You Talk Mad Shit With No Back Up, What's Up, Act Up



You Punk Niggaz Get Smacked Up, Word Life



You F**kin' With The Wrong Nigga



I F**k Too Many On The Mic, They Call Me Daddy Long Trigger



Mister Buckshot, Makin' The Gun Hot



>From Niggaz That Fiend To See My Little Ass Rot



Peep My Style, Check My Level



I'm So Hot, I Shot A F**kin' Fair One With The Devil



Booyakya!, Watch Your Back, Grab Your F**kin' Gat



Here Come Brothers Who Are Ready To Act



Chorus: [samples Of Busta Rhymes]



[Powafal Impak] 4x



Boom!! [the Cannon]



(Repeat)



Verse 2: Buckshot



Some Pack A Mac, I Choose To Pack A Black 22



By My Waistline, Buckin' Your Whole Crew



I Step Through, And Represent Black Moon



First, Before I Kick A Verse, I Puff A Bag Of Boo



Lyrically I Freak Your Funk You Never Heard



My Shit Is So Fly, When I Kick It, It's Absurd



Damn, How I Wrecked Your Life With One Record



Made Your Crew Break Up And Girl Get Naked



Respected, Because I Work Hard For My Cash



Shakin' More Flavor Then Mrs. Dash



Look Out Below, My Flow Will Hit Your Brain



I Got Dough, But I Still Hop The Train



I'm Bustin' Niggaz Open, Attica Style



Yo, Straight To The Jugular, B